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Becoming My Girlfriend
Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: lana100, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
He left, their hooting and jeering at his back, and thought, men are such assholes. The thought scared him. He was a man, not a woman! His pussy twitched, lending lie to that statement. He was a man, he corrected, inside, and would always be a man. And soon he'd have his body back. His vagina flexed again, and he flinched. *** He passed by the cafeteria, and picked up some supper. He couldn't wait to sit down, he had been on his feet all afternoon, ever since... he quashed the thought quickly, and sat down. He could feel his swollen ass cushion him, and his pink satin panties pulled up into his ass a little bit. Underneath the tensor bandage, his new breasts throbbed painfully. He started to eat, and was nearly done when Allan sat down opposite him. "Hey Bernard!" he said cheerily, and Bernard thought angrily, why's Allan so happy when he was so miserable? He unconciously tensed his groin muscles, and felt the female passage within him contract. He scowled at the alien feeling of emptiness in his hips. "You know buddy, you look like Hell. You could use a vacation, mi amigo, or perhaps two or three!" Allan laughed. "Those nerd courses get you down? I know what you need, a good exercise stint at the phys center! I'm headed there later, you want to come?" Bernard thought about running on the treadmill, his swollen ass jiggling behind him, and grumpily said, "Not tonight Allan, not in the mood." "What's up with you man? You've been really touchy lately. Problems with Allison?" ... Problems with Allison, thought Bernard? Problems with being Allison! The thought made him want to weep, and spill everything to Allan, but he knew, deep down, that it would be a disaster if he did. So he remained quiet. "You gotta dump her, man, she's no good for you! Really! I know how that sounds, coming from me, but she's poison. I can tell! A woman's supposed to make you feel happy, both when she's creaming around your rod, and away from that!" Bernard's pussy suddenly throbbed, and he stared at Allan, sick and fascinated. "Seriously, when you've got your rod in her, and she's squealing and creaming and you finally come in her, it's supposed to feel like all your worries and cares are coming out of you. It's the best feeling in the world! But ever since you screwed Allison, you've been acting like it's the worst! Take my advice, dump that bitch, and pick up a hottie and give her a good fuck! You'll feel tons better!" Bernard continued to stare at Allan, feeling sick. I can't do that, you asshole, he wanted to scream! I can't fuck anything right now! All that keeps happening is that I grow soft, wet and empty! Do you know how horrible that feels, how vulnerable? But he wondered, suddenly, what it would feel like to have a cock fill the emptiness of his pussy. The thought made his pussy clench with reflexive need, the emptiness within him growing more insistent that it be filled. "I gotta go," he said curtly, picking up his tray. God his chest ached. "Fine," said Allan, "but ...